What if Letty and Dom did have a child in the first movie?
Nicole Toretto, a little firecracker and just like her parents in every way. But how would a kid change things?
How does a child grow up with running from the law, dealing with family deat...
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Chapter Ninety-Nine
Hearing the party behind her, Nicole stayed to herself.
Looking over the rooftop, she plays with her black painted nails.
Hair out in its natural curls; parted to the side, she wore a pair of denim jeans and spaghetti strap white lace bralette shirt, covered by a matching denim jacket.
Hands resting on the ledge, she looked up at the sky.
Her hands reaching for her cross chain but the mystery remained of where in New-York she lost it. Eric said his team searched the warehouse that she went to by herself but they came up short.
The image of that face and his voice.
Nicole shakes her head.
"I wish that were true...." A mumble under her breath.
After her father told her everything, she did need some time to herself.
From what happened to Camilla, Xander, Deckard, everyone involved just to get back the one child that belonged to her. The worry for Camilla still through the roof but Eric promised he would have a team searching for her and for someone to get their location to Xander.
Nerves building in her stomach, Nicole rubs her arms.
Deckard Shaw......another one she thought she had lost. He was coming and he was bringing with him the one person her nerves grew more and more to see.
Why was she so nervous to see her own child? To think during those whole nine months, and here she was, nervous to see his face. Afraid it would all be a dream and somebody would wake her up any minute. Making her grieve all over again.
The bracelet on her wrist, Nicole smiles, her fingers brushing over the charms attached.
